#alcina dimitrescu's daughters x reader

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Accidents Happen: Chapter 1 - Midnight Encounters

As usual, a new maid arrives to the castle and replaces the former maid who'd died.

This time, however, the maid is younger. Not even seventeen or eighteen years old yet. She seems lost, scared and afraid.

Which is understandable considering the place she's currently residing does not take kindly to anyone. Especially the staff.

But she seems to be doing alright despite the predicament she's currently in.

Green eyes wander around the dining hall as she eats her meal. It isn't long before she spots you staring at her that she looks over and raises an eyebrow at you.

“That's Eugenia” Maria, one of the few maids you've made friends with during your stay, whispers to you. “I've heard she hasn't even turned seventeen and yet she's here, working under Lady Dimitrescu” Maria shook her head with a frown. “I pity the poor girl” She says.

“So do I” You tell her. “But what can we do about it?” You ask her. “The moment we entered this castle and signed a contract with house Dimitrescu, we are trapped here” You sighed.

“We make due of what we have during our times of desperation, Reeda” Maria told you.

“Desperation” You scoffed. “Do you think all of us came here out of that?”

“No,” She shook her head. “But we all came here for a reason, no?”

There wasn't anything you could say to that because Maria was right. All of you, whom work here in Castle Dimitrescu, came here for a reason.

You shook her head before sighing again. “I suppose” You mutter.

Maria gives you a soft smile before patting your shoulder. “Don't be so downhearted” She tells you softly. “It is better to focus on the positive things than on the negative ones”

“You are starting to be very much like my older sister, Camelia” You muttered under your breath. “Thank you for reminding me of her existence”

“Do not speak of it” Maria grinned. “Because I may as well be her twin then” She teased.

You waved a hand dismissively at her. “I need not for another one of her,” You replied.

Maria just chuckled at the comment.

Surely things would be better sooner or later.

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You never had troubles sleeping but the sound of pure silence except for the whistling of leaves outside the window was unnerving.

And the lack of lamps in your room did not help either.

You sighed before climbing out of your bed and going out of your room.

Maybe a walk in the halls would help you sleep, you thought to yourself.

“My my,” A voice behind you says. “Aren't you a bad girl, sneaking out at night?”

Turning around quickly, you stare wide eyed at the woman dressed in black silk standing before you.

“L-Lady Cassandra..!” You yelped, immediately bowing your head low.

“What were you planning to do?” She asked you, raising an eyebrow as she crosses her arms to her chest.

“I...was going out to for a small walk in the halls” You answered quietly.

“In the middle of the night?” She asks.

“Y… Yes, my lady” You nodded your head. “I was having troubles sleeping and I thought a walk in the halls might help me to sleep” You explained.

“Hmm” Cassandra hummed. “Is it helping you?” She asked after a while.

“Not quite,” You told her. “I am still wide awake as an owl in the night”

“I see,” She hums once more. “Would you like me to accompany you then?”

“That is very kind of you, my lady” You smiled gratefully at her. “But I'm afraid I must dec—”

“If you do not accept my offer, I may as well send you on your way with nothing but broken legs,” Cassandra threatened you.

You gulped as you slowly met her gaze with yours. “I d-don't see why I should refuse,” You stuttered out.

“Good,” She nodded. “Come then” She spoke, turning around on her heel.

All your head was screaming to you at that moment was to run away and hide.

But to where? You didn't know where you could possibly go. Any place you'll be in, they will find you. They knew this castle better than anyone else.

“Are you coming or not?” Cassandra questioned, turning around to look at you.

“O-Of course, my lady” You stammered out, momentarily biting your lip before you followed behind her.

Prey following its predator.

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Hello, I hope you are having a nice day.

May I request Lady Dimitrescu with a fem s/o who was kill by a hunter but remain in the castle like a ghost. At first nobody can see her but at some point the maids start the rumor of a ghost and the daughters are the first ones to discover who is the ghost and tell their mother about it.

(Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language)

For sure! And no worries, your English is perfectly fine.

Had to break this into two parts because it's too long for one :')

Alcina Dimitrescu's s/o is killed by a hunter, and she ends up remaining in the castle as a ghost. Rumors begin to surface among the maid staff about this. They reach the daughters, who end up discovering it to be more than just a rumor.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: mild blood, mild gore.

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It's frustrating. 

They can't see you. 

Nobody can, it seems. No attempts to make your presence known work. 

You phase through nearly everything you touch. 

The only ears your voice reaches are your own. 

All you can do is watch. 

"I better not see even a trace left behind." Bela's tone is utterly flat.

The blood has long since dried. 

Cassandra drums her fingers against the handle of her sickle, which sits in its sheath. Her eyes flicker between the maids before her, all of whom begin to scrub the floor harder, fearing that she is about to pick the slowest worker off. 

You’re sorry for the mess. 

You’re sorry that you weren’t quick enough to avoid him. 

You’re sorry for whatever happened after, which is already difficult to recall. Like the events of a dream slipping away from you moments after you wake in the morning. 

Daniela has taken a seat on the steps with her back facing everyone else. 

Your wife's voice thunders in the distance, threatening to make sure whoever let the man-thing in regrets it. 

You wish that you could wake up. And that this time, you won’t be greeted with your own body growing cold. 

The man responsible has already been dealt with. You’d be hard-pressed to think of another time you’ve seen the girls act so viciously, which is saying something considering what they usually get up to. Viscera, chunks of meat with skin attached, and bone sit in red-stained sacks not too far away.

Things begin to fall apart here and now. There is nothing you can do.

When night comes, you head to your and Alcina's shared bedroom. As if this is a normal day.

Now, you have seen your wife tear up before.

Joyful tears during the first moment of privacy you shared together after you married her.

Angry tears after a particularly infuriating meeting with Miranda and the other Lords (she had been so close to decapitating Heisenberg, Mother Miranda's orders be damned).

A bit of both when she was telling you stories from her time spent in America.

But you've never seen her let the tears fall before. Not until now. In the darkness of the room, in the solitude, her cheeks grow wet. It hurts to watch the sobs wrack her body, to hear the pain in her voice. You want nothing more than to be able to comfort her.

Instead, you both cry.

The ache that settles in your chest then and there refuses to leave in the coming days.

Bela grieves similarly to her Mother. She keeps her moments of vulnerability behind closed doors. She throws herself further into her work.

Cassandra bottles everything up until she physically can't anymore. The maidens seem even more afraid of her than they were previously. They worry that if they so much as breathe too loudly, the middle daughter will skin them alive.

Daniela becomes far less lively. Her laughter seems somewhat forced more often than it doesn't. Her smile isn't as genuine. Everything is done with less enthusiasm than before.

All of this is because of you.

Because you are gone.

But you're not. You're still here!

You keep up your desperate attempts to get somebody, anybody's attention until your hope wanes entirely.

This is your life—or lack thereof—now. You're simply a viewer.

Still, you join everyone in the dining hall during mealtimes and listen to the conversations.

You're with Alcina when she smokes on the balcony in the morning or settles down with some wine in the evening.

You watch when one or more of your daughters leave the castle grounds to go hunting. Although you know they won't hear, you still wish them luck.

After they head to bed at night, you check on them. Shame that you can't properly tuck them in or give them kisses on the forehead anymore.

You hang around in the opera hall when Bela practices piano. She's improved significantly since she first let you listen, and her playing had already been decent then.

You were delighted on that day. Especially after being turned down more than once in the past.

Slight anxiety was eating at Bela when she first started the piece she picked out, but the proud look on your face made it evaporate entirely.

She hardly does it anymore, but you watch Cassandra paint. She makes lovely abstract pieces. Far more lovely than she'll ever give herself credit for.

A piece hangs in the atelier that you both worked on. You painted the top half of the canvas and Cassandra did the bottom half.

Knowing how personal Cass' art is to her, you were touched and more than a little surprised when she gruffly asked you to do it with her.

You sit with Daniela when she reads or writes in the library. She would ramble on and on about those things to you, and you gladly listened.

She got excited when you asked for book recommendations, or when you would read her poems. Usually sonnets or odes. Always chaotically written and so very... Daniela.

"I wonder if this is any good."

You tear your gaze away from the skylight and eye the book in her hand. "It's alright. A bit slow in my opinion."

Daniela’s head sharply turns towards you. 

You freeze. 

“Dani?" you question tentatively. "Did you hear me? Daniela?"

Her eyes dart around a bit before her brows furrow and she frowns, turning back around.

Perhaps she didn’t. It's foolish of you to get your hopes up. 

…No. 

Dismissing things so quickly is foolish. What if, after all this time, you’ve finally managed to break through the barrier between you and everyone else? What if your voice did reach Daniela, but for such a short span of time that she thought she was hearing things? 

What if this isn’t your eternity? What if you can be more than simply a viewer and aren’t doomed to utter solitude forever? 

What if you can speak with your wife and daughters again?

“Ghosts. Please." A maid rolls her eyes. "The dead do roam here, but let me tell you, they are not ghosts."

"What does that mean?!” the other maid squeaks. 

“I think it best you not concern yourself with things like that. Just keep your head down, and..." A sigh. "I thought I asked you to close those curtains."

"I did!"

"Mhm." The maid closes the curtains herself, seeming unconvinced.

"I swear to the Black God, I am being truthful. There are ghosts here, I'm telling you!"

"You don't know what you're talking about. I've been here long enough to see all the horrors within this castle."

"But Alina—"

"And if you are not lying, then I'm afraid you might have attracted some very dangerous attention. Watch yourself."

Duties in this area of the castle finished, Alina has the other maid follow her down to the opera hall. They've been tasked with cleaning it today.

As they're polishing the floor, a few notes are played on the piano. It's unmistakable.

The other maid shoots her a wide-eyed look.

Alina thinks there must be flies around. She's going to keep her head low.

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Alcina is stressed out with all the work she has left to do, and every day it seems as though the pile of things to do grows. You want Alcina to take a break, and more than anything else you miss her but instead of saying that you lock yourself away, ignoring the rest of the world. Unbeknownst to you and her, your daughters miss you both even more. So in an elaborate ploy they get you to spend time with them as well as get you to finally talk to Alcina properly. Things however, don't always go according to plan, do they? OR Lots of family fluff, especially with the Dimitrescu daughters (baking together!! stories!!). It's lighthearted and wonderful <3 Warnings: Some arguing, heightened feelings but nothing too bad. Authors Note: This is actually the first fic that I ever wrote for Lady Dimitrescu, way back in May of last year when I was first falling for her, haha (I had to edit so much, oh my gods. My writing has definitely changed a lot) I hope you enjoy reading this my lovelies~

Storm clouds quickly moved across the horizon, darkening the atmosphere and painting the world in gloom as they approached the castle you have come to call home. It suited the mood you were in quite well to be frank.

You had been lying in bed all morning, moping. Alcina had been up since dawn working on the papers Mother Miranda had tasked her with completing on top of the necessary work that needed to be done to run the winery and village. It had been like this for the last week. Every day it felt as though Alcina was spending more and more time in her office stressing over the things she had to do. It was understandable of course, she was a Countess and had a role to play in the village, but in all honesty you missed her.

You only really got to be with her when she slipped into bed in the middle of the night, pulling you close with a tender kiss pressed to the crown of your head before she had to leave in the next few hours before you woke up.

Nevertheless, you didn't want to be that partner, the one that needed to cling to Alcina's side at every given moment of the day. You and her both valued a level of independence even in the relationship you shared, but still, was it so bad to admit you missed her? Tender touches that were more than just holding you as you slept, the feeling of her plush lips on yours?

Regardless, you didn't want to bother her, especially when she seemed so stressed out. Everything she did was important, so you couldn't bother her simply because you wanted to. And so you continued to lie there, rolling around the bed periodically and being angsty until Daniela came barging into the room, her dark cloak trailing in behind her.

"Are you going to lie in bed all day being depressing?" she said incredulously.

"I have no clue what you’re talking about, Daniela darling," you said as lightly as you could, lifting your face from the pillow you had pressed it into.

"Stop with the dramatics already and get your ass out of bed!" amusement glowing in her eyes.

You just groaned and dug your face back into the pillow. Alcina's pillow... Gods, you missed her.

Daniela sighed, staring at your form almost pitifully. Until she got an idea.

"Oh, I know! Perhaps you could bring Mother her afternoon tea! You could convince her to take a break and have a cute little tea party with her," she said giddily because even if she would rather stab herself with her sickle than want to admit it out loud, she hated seeing you like this and hated how much her Mother had been overworking herself even more. You both deserved this.

You sat in contemplation, thinking about the suggestion.

"But I don't want to bother her Dani, she's already stressed out as is. She probably won't take any breaks until she finishes everything,” you said but sat up contemplating her suggestion.

"And that's exactly why she needs this," she said simply, "she's been working non-stop ever since the last meeting with the other Lords. She NEEDS a break before she tears out all her hair from all the annoyance. I've heard her arguing with Uncle Heisenberg more times than I can count this week alone,” she stated with a roll of her eyes.

You just glanced to the side and sighed. Daniela had a point, of course. But still...

"Don't make me call Cassandra to help me drag you out of bed. It's been DAYS... Mother probably misses you", and she and the girls did too. Over the time you've spent at the castle, you've become like a second mother to the three sisters. But with you doing nothing but staying in the room and their Mother working, the castle lacked the warmth it usually had.

"We can all make cookies together, please?" she said, her eyes pleading.

You looked at her and smiled warmly, it had been far too long since you spent time with the girls. Amidst your longing for Alcina, you had forgotten about the three girls you held just as close to your heart.

You never understood how anyone could call this family monsters when there were moments like this. Yes, they had to drink human blood and kill people. But that was them simply making do with the circumstances they were given, following the nature they couldn’t ignore. Each of the girls you have grown to adore has dazzling personalities and you wouldn’t have them any other way.

"Alright Dani, go call your sisters and come down to the kitchen. I'll meet you there," you said, chuckling at the way her eyes lit up with your words.

"Okay!" she giggled and disappeared in a swarm to find her sisters, overjoyed.

You pulled yourself out of bed with a groan, your muscles weak from not having done anything in a while. But you were happy with Daniela's idea. It gave you time to spend with the girls and a chance to give Alcina a break, the perfect plan. So you went down the stairs of the main hall into the kitchen where the girls were already waiting for you.

As you entered the door, Cassandra gasped with delight, "You made it!"

"That I did," you said, eyes glimmering with amusement at her reaction. Bela stood next to her sister quietly. "Hello my sweet Bela," you said with a smile, ruffling her hair gently. Which was a bit difficult given their tall statures next to yours, but oh well. She just hummed with acknowledgment, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Okay! What do you girls want to bake today?"

"Oh, oh! How about those lemon meringue cookies? They were so tasty last time you made them, and mother really enjoyed them!" Cassandra suggested.

You paused for a bit in thought, "Those cookies are a bit difficult to make…” At that each of their faces dropped in unison, their disappointment evident. “But I'm sure you girls can manage, any objections?" you asked. In a snap each of their expressions brightened as quick as a coin flip, so amusing you had to choke down a laugh.

“No!” A chorus of their voices rang out, and so the baking in House Dimitrescu began.

All of you made your way to the kitchen, excited chatter filling the room. Quickly dismissing the kitchen staff, you tasked the girls with collecting the ingredients while you prepared the utensils and bowls you'll need and preheated the oven. When they came back with everything, you gave them each task to work on, explaining what they needed to do.

"Dani, you can work on the wet ingredients of the dough. Cass can mix the dry ingredients, and Bela can work on the meringue we need for later. Once we finish with the dough, we can all sit and shape the cookies together, alright?"

There was no argument there, so everything proceeded as planned.

You mainly let the girls do the work because they seemed to enjoy it, stopping around to give instructions and help if any mistakes arose.

At one point, Cassandra ended up throwing a handful of flour on Daniela after she got lemon juice on her cheek.

“DANIELA!! Can you manage your strength for even a moment?!” Cassandra screeched, flicking off the droplets of lemon juice.

“It’s not my fault these things are delicate, what do you want me to do about it?” Daniela sassed back, no remorse on her face at all. With a growl Cassandra’s hand disappeared into the flour bag before whipping it at her sister's face with a smug grin.

“You did not just do that,” Daniela seethed lowly, wiping the flour from her eyes before diving for her sister with the lemon grasped in her hand ominously.

“Enough!” you said, loudly enough to capture their attention and like magic they froze in their spots. “This is supposed to be a nice activity we all can do together, if you can’t get along then Bela and I can finish the cookies ourselves,” you scolded lightly, a disapproving look in your eyes. They both shrink at your words, calming down.

“Daniela, if you do something that upsets your sister then you can argue, and Cassandra accidents can happen. No need for hurt feelings, alright?”

“Sorry…” they each mumble, meanwhile Bela just watches amusedly in the background.

“No harm done my darlings…although Daniela, you might want to go shower little bug. Unless you’d rather look like Kasper the ghost then by all means,” you said with a light chuckle.

“Don’t tease me,” she says with a pout before matching your grin, turning to make her way back to her room to get cleaned up.

From there everything else proceeded smoothly. You had to help Bela a bit with the meringue since it's a bit difficult to heat treat it alone, but overall everything went very well. Once Daniela and Cassandra finished with the dough, everyone gathered around the kitchen table to begin shaping the cookies.

"How was that for baking, girls?" you asked.

"It was fun! Even if Cass did throw flour on me." Daniela grumbled a bit, her hair still wet from the shower she had to take to get all the flour out of her hair.

"Hey! You're the one who almost got lemon juice in my eye, you know how much it stings?!" Cassandra said defensively.

"Okay, okay girls, that's enough. What's done is done. Let's focus on making these cookies look nice, okay?"

They glared a bit at each other but continued shaping the cookies until the dough was gone and the cookies were ready to be put in the oven. The smell of lemony goodness wafted through the air as they baked.

"Mmm, they smell so wonderful. I think Mother will really appreciate this." Bela said contentedly.

"We can have some, right?" Daniela asked. You laughed at the silly question.

"Of course you can, you goof. You girls were the ones who made them after all. It's a given." you smiled, ruffling her hair affectionately. Gods, you loved these girls more than anything.

"Yes! Your baking is always the best!" she said excitedly. The other two agreed.

"At this point it's not really my baking, only my recipe, but thank you, Dani," you grinned. "How about we all go to the fireplace in the main hall while we wait for these to finish baking? I can tell a story for everyone," you suggested, knowing these will take a while before they finish.

"A story! We haven't had a story in ages~" Cassandra said, cheerfully.

"Can you girls keep track of the time for me in case I forget? Four minds remembering is better than one after all."

Everyone agreed and then set off to the seating area in the main hall. Settling in, Bela had her head on your lap, Daniela’s on your shoulder, and Cassandra sitting on a cushion in front of you. Once everyone was comfortable you began telling your story.

You decided to recount the story of Beauty and the Beast because it reminded you of the life you lived in Castle Dimitrescu. Although the Beast seemed cruel, he was only making do with what life had given him. Yes, he acted selfish, cocky, and unforgiving but that was after a lifetime of cruelty from his father. Children learn from their parents, after all. But despite that, he was capable of receiving love from Belle and loving her in turn.

The Dimitrescu family was considered monsters to anyone outside looking in but they had no control over what happened to them as a result of the cadou. They must live with what they were given because that’s all they could do. Despite all this the sides they showed with you were kind and loving, and every moment you had with this family, your family, were moments you cherished.

Once you finished the story, the girls all looked at you with adoration in their eyes.

After a short stretch of silence as the story eased away in everyone’s minds Daniela said, "Although there was no blood and gore... that was a very nice story." she yawned, growing sleepy.

"Not everything needs to be gory, my darling," you said, chuckling lightly. You noticed each of the girls looked a bit tired, which was a given considering you've been baking all day. The story sealed the deal.

"How about you girls go rest a bit. You've been working hard. I'll leave cookies on the kitchen counter for later, and you can have them for dessert, deal?"

They all nodded in agreement, each one turning into swarms before setting off to their individual rooms.

Once they were gone, you went back to the kitchen to take the cookies out of the oven. You still had to wait a bit so they could cool before you could decorate without the meringue simply melting away, so you set them on the countertop to cool. You decided to go to the library to grab a book to read in front of the fireplace back in the main hall. The sound of rain could softly be heard from the outside, no longer gloomy and instead relaxing in the silence.

You had almost forgotten how nice it was to spend time with the girls. As chaotic as they are, they adored you, and you adored them back in turn. It created a warmth in your heart that lingered even as they were gone. You had missed this feeling in the last week. Now the last piece of the puzzle was being able to spend time with your love, Alcina.

After about half an hour, you noticed a dark figure coming down the castle's stairs, almost floating like a phantom. Any other person would perhaps be scared but you knew better than that. Emerging into the light you saw the familiar blonde hair of Bela as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Bela! You're awake already?" you asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't too tired, so I didn't stay asleep for long. What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

"I was just about to go finish decorating the cookies. Would you like to help?"

She nodded wordlessly, following you to the kitchen. Bela was much quieter than Daniela and Cassandra, preferring actions rather than words, only speaking when necessary and not bouncing off the walls all the time. But she was the first daughter you became close to, bonding over books in the library and your knowledge of the world outside the castle doors. She was a smart girl, always in the pursuit of knowledge, and held a warm place in your heart.

You both worked together. You showed her how to pipe the meringue on the cookies. Her being a quick learner picked up the technique quickly, adding a bit of her own personal touch to the cookies. A little while later you both were done.

You looked over at the cookies she designed, admiring her work.

"They look beautiful Bela. Good work" you smiled at her. She blushed pink with words, muttering out a quick "Thank you.". You looked at her affectionately.

"Would you be a dear and plate these for me while I prepare the tea for your mother?"

She nodded, quickly setting off to get a plate, probably still embarrassed. You chuckled quietly, making the earl grey tea your lady loved so much. You were a bit nervous to be honest, even though you shouldn't be. You've been living in the castle for years, and you're nervous to simply bring tea and cookies?

Well, in all fairness, you haven't had a proper conversation with Alcina in a while. Her mood hasn't been the greatest either, with all the things she's been tasked to deal with. Well, there's no point in worrying now, you supposed.

It was time for tea.

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In a few moments Bela came back, cookies plated beautifully on top. You took the plate from her, giving her your thanks. You placed it on a tray alongside the teapot and cups for you to carry to Alcina's room.

"I'm a bit nervous," you said to Bela, fidgeting a bit, "what if she doesn't like everything we did?"

Bela smiled at you reassuringly, "You know Mother isn't like that. There's no need to worry."

You sighed lightly, "I know, but she's been so worked up lately and might not like me forcing a break on her with everything going on."

"Well, you'll never know unless you go see, now go." Bela placed the tray in your hands, gently pushing you along, "You'll be fine."

You took a deep breath and went on your way, nerves making your mind race. You knew she would never hurt you regardless, but with her feelings on edge coming to her right now was a scary prospect. Everything would be fine, right? Yeah, everything will be fine. You're just disturbing your stressed-out 9-foot 6-tall vampire girlfriend while she works, definitely fine.

While you were lost in your head on the walk, all of a sudden you were already in front of Alcina's office. Taking a breath, you knocked lightly on the door. You didn't really have to since you were, well, you, her lover, but you did it anyway given the circumstances.

"What?" You hear her sigh, a bit of irritation in her voice. Well, that's reassuring, you thought.

You walked in, carefully balancing the tray in one hand as you opened the door. You glanced at Alcina, noting eyes clouded with frustration until she realized it was you, eyes softening in the process.

"Ah, hello, my darling," she said, smiling tiredly, "I didn't realize it was you at the door. I apologize for my rudeness, the maids have been coming to me all day for petty reasons and frankly I was growing tired," letting out a low sigh, her exhaustion becomes evident. "What brings you here?" she asked, beckoning you closer with a wave of her hand and a tender look in her eyes.

You smiled back at her and gestured to the tray you were holding. "The girls and I made cookies this morning, and we decided to bring you some for your afternoon tea." You said.

She chuckled lightly, the sound washing over your body like walking out into the sun on a summer day. You loved moments like this with her. When the two of you were alone were the only times Alcina could let her guard down. She was no longer Lady Dimitrescu, Countess of the Village. She was simply Alcina, the love of your life.

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, dearest. You can leave it on the desk, and I'll enjoy it as I work. Be sure to thank the girls for me." she said. Your face dropped imperceptibly at her words, even now she was still unwilling to take a break?

With a displeased huff you set the tray down on the desk, but if Alcina notices it she doesn’t say anything.

"Alright, I’ll just leave this here I suppose,” you say.

She just hummed and looked back at the paperwork she was looking at.

But before you left, you turned back around, saying, "Alcina?"

"Hm?" She said without looking back up.

"I was wondering if you could, well, take a break?" you asked, willing the nervousness out of your voice.

She glanced up at you now, her expression a little darker than it was.

"Dearest, you know that's not possible right now," she said, her tone a bit irritated.

"I know that, but Alci, you haven't taken any breaks in the last week. You don't join the girls and me for dinner, you hardly leave the office, and you get back in the middle of the night and leave before the sun even comes up. I know your work is important, but you deserve breaks even if you’re this powerful unbreakable being. I don't even see you anymore!" you argue, irritation seeping into your tone now as well.

She glared at you, eyes glinting in anger. "You obviously don't understand how important this work is if you're begging me to take a break like this. Mother Miranda is demanding more of me, and I have to be sure I am up to standard," she says harshly. Your eyes widen at her words. You? Not understanding? Begging?

“Alcina,” you say lowly, “you know me of all people understands what you’re going through. But I’m only worried about you. Mother Miranda would understand the necessity of breaks, and if anything it would help center your focus. This is hardly healthy,” you state.

She growled, "Who are you to tell me what to do? House Dimitrescu has standards to be upheld, and I will not fail to meet these standards because you want to interrupt my work. It just sounds like you're desperate for my attention. This is enough." With a gasp you almost stagger back, her words hitting you like a bucket of ice water. You knew it was the stress talking, but her words hurt you nonetheless. Were you being desperate? You felt tears coming up and a bubble forming in your throat, but you blinked them away. You weren't gonna lose this argument. It was Alcina's well-being we were talking about!

“You have no right to talk to me like that Alcina, even if your status is higher than mine, even if you’re this vampiric countess,” you say sharply, eyes hardening. “For goodness sake, I’m only worried about you! Is that so bad? As your lover I need to make sure you’re happy and healthy, breaks will hel-”

"ENOUGH!" she yelled, interrupting your words before slamming her hands down on her desk. With the force of the impact the tray bounces up and over the edge, cookies breaking and teapot shattering from the impact, the rich liquid seeping into the carpet. You jump, heart racing. After all this time spent in the castle, you’ve seen her this angry, but never at you. The tears you forced down earlier came flooding back, falling down your cheeks. “I…just missed you, Alcina,” you say softly before turning around and practically running out of her office, missing the expression of regret passing over Alcina's face.

You ran. You ran fast, not knowing where you were going, simply going. In your haste, you passed by Cassandra, not noticing her as you went, an expression of worry passing over her face.

You ran until you got to the library, pausing before slumping down with your back against one of the pillars that sat in the middle, the sound of rain making the mood even more depressing. Tucking your knees to your chest, the pain hit you full force as you sobbed.

Was it so bad that you were worried about how she was acting? Was it really so bad that you just wanted to spend time with Alcina? Her words kept playing through your head over and over again, "It sounds like you're just desperate for my attention". It just sent you into another wave of despair, your heart feeling like someone was taking it into their hand and crushing it slowly. It hurt so much.

In your sadness, you didn't hear the door of the library creak open, someone peeking in and checking on you. They looked for a moment, their heart breaking a bit before disappearing just as fast.

In their haste, the person rushed in a swarm to the other side of the castle and burst into the room they knew their sisters would be in.

As Cassandra rushed into the room, Daniela jumped in surprise. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like some maiden escaped the cellar without Mother knowing?" she said worriedly.

"Something happened. Mama was crying in the library, and I heard a crash come from Mother's office." Cassandra said.

Although they haven't found the courage yet, while they were alone the sisters called you Mama. It was only right, you were more caring than any human they had ever met and loved them as any parent would.

Bela's eyes flashed with worry for you. They rarely saw you crying, and if you were, it would be over some simple thing like a character dying in a book. Definitely not because of Mother. Everyone in the house knew of your immense love for each other that transcended even the vastest of universes. Petty arguments would happen of course, that was only a given in any relationship, especially one with two people as different as you and their Mother.

"Maybe they had an argument? You know how Mother gets when she's stressed." Bela said.

Daniela looked angry, "Mama was only trying to get Mother to take a break, and now she's in tears. That's not fair!" The sisters murmured in agreement.

"Okay. There's no need to get worked up. Let's go speak to Mother, yes?" Bela, as calm as always, suggested.

Daniela pouted, "Fine, but if Mother's answers aren't good enough then I’ll get upset," she said.

The sisters all set off to their Mother's office, ready to question her on what happened. But as soon as they entered, Alcina put up her hand, halting their words before anything could be said. "I know, girls. You don't need to tell me." A look of regret passed over her face. "Do you know where they are?"

A look was passed between the sisters, barely discernable in what was meant. Cassandra was the first to speak up.

"You really hurt them, Mother. They were crying as they ran, I mean hell, they didn't even see me as they ran by!" she said, upset at the state she saw you in.

Alcina gave a sigh, her guilt evident in her expression. "I know girls, and I regret the words I said to them. All this work has been stressing me out… but that's not an excuse. I need to make it up to them."

"This is exactly why you needed to take a break, Mother! Do you think your state of mind will get any better if you just keep plowing through everything? Your actions don't only affect you! We..." Cassandra paused in her spiel, glancing to the side a bit "we missed spending time with you Mother. We hardly saw you for more than a few seconds a day. And, m-" she paused again, hesitant to use the word. She took a breath, "Mama missed you even more."

A look of surprise passed over Alcina's face at the use of the word. But Cassandra continued nonetheless.

"She would just lie there in bed all day, moping because of how much she missed your presence. We would see her at meals sometimes, but her sadness was evident. We almost had to drag her out of bed today. But you know why she left? Because she thought she would get to spend time with you when she brought the cookies and tea we made, and yet you go off and hurt her feelings."

Alcina sighed, regret overwhelming her sense at the thought of making her daughters and her beloved miserable with her actions.

"I promise to make it up to you girls. I'll take a break for the next couple of days to spend time with everyone, okay? Mother Miranda can wait. Family is more important, I should have realized as much sooner," she smiled reassuringly at the girls, and they did so in turn.

"Now," she says, standing to full height, "can you tell me where your Mama is?" she smiled warmly at the thought of her girls calling you Mama. Cassandra blushed at her Mother's words.

"She's in the library. Now go make it up to her, Mother!" Daniela said, pushing her Mother out through the door. The girls disappeared in a swarm of giggles, Alcina shaking her head and smiling at her daughter's antics.

You on the other hand still sat in the library. The tears had stopped flowing but there was still the occasional sniffle every once in a while. But although your tears may have stopped, your feelings were still hurt.

You sighed. There was no point in staying here anymore, sitting on the cold hard ground when there was a bed you could mope in more comfortably. So you hauled yourself up and headed to the door, but something stopped you in your tracks.

Through the doorway, you saw Alcina bending down to get through. You felt another wave of emotion wash over you, but you shoved it down. You weren't gonna cry again, at least not in front of her.

When she straightened up, she glanced around until her eyes fell on you. In the softest, warmest voice, she said, "Darling." And despite telling yourself not to, your eyes filled with tears again against your will. Alcina noticed this and rushed over, pulling your body close to hers.

You sobbed into her dress, the feeling overwhelming. She only held you gently, running her fingers through your her soothingly. After a bit, you calmed down again, done crying for the day. You said the first thing that came to mind, "You dropped the cookies." you said, pouting.

Alcina let out her rich laughter at how adorable you looked, the sound settling you further. You grinned at her. "Yes, I did, my darling." Her face turned serious.

"I'm sorry for the words I said to you today, my love. I never meant a single word of what I said. I know you were only worried about me, and in turn, I lashed out at you, and that was unfair." she paused, and you waited for her to continue. "Mother Miranda has been... less than forgiving lately and needs more and more work to be done by me. And my idiot of a brother Heisenberg continues to only be a nuisance, bothering me every second of the day. And I know that's no excuse for my treatment of you, and so I apologize. As your lover it is my job to ensure you're happy and healthy," Your eyes widened at the use of your words to her from earlier, "and I failed to do that in the past week. Will you forgive me?" she asked, her hand running gently over your cheek as you looked up at her.

"Of course I will, my love. It doesn’t make what you did okay but I understand what you were going through, and I know you didn't mean your words. I’ll always forgive you," You smiled up at her, adoration in your eyes. "But still, you need to take a break, Alcina. All this work can't possibly be good for you," you said.

"Good thing I'm taking a couple of days off to spend time with you and the girls." Your eyes widened in surprise at your words, and she only chuckled at your expression. "How could I not, when my daughters tell me about how much their Mama has missed me?" she smirked. You blushed at her words.

"Yeah..." you laughed nervously, "I did miss you a lo- wait, Mama?" you said in confusion at her words. Alcina only laughed at your expression.

"It seems as though the girls have begun to call you Mama," she said fondly. You blushed but were overjoyed at the thought.

"They're so adorable," you said happily.

"They are, aren't they," Alcina replies.

During the time of your conversation the clouds had cleared as cliché as that sounded, and from beyond the clouds the afternoon sun made its appearance and basked the both of you in an ethereal golden glow.

Alcina takes this into account as she caressed your cheek tenderly, admiring how you shined in the light so beautifully, "Would you care to dance with me, my darling?" she says, looking down at you fondly.

You felt your cheeks warming once more at her words. Even after all this time she never failed to fluster you like a teenager and their first love.

"I would love to," you say softly, looking into her golden eyes that somehow shone even brighter than the only star in the solar system.

With that she smiles warmly, gently taking your face into her hands and kissing you tenderly before grasping your smaller hands in hers.

Slowly you both rocked back and forth, revelling in the atmosphere and the sound of Alcina's velvety voice as she hummed a soft tune, your argument is already forgotten with this moment.

You felt loved and safe in Alcina's embrace, your worries flowing away. The love you felt for each other knew no bounds, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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After Dinner

"Mmm! These cookies are so good! I should totally become a baker!" Dani said, happily eating the cookies.

"You wouldn't last a day. And anyway, we all made the cookies together remember? It isn't even your recipe, it's ma-" Cassandra froze, slowly looking at you.

You grinned, mischief in your eyes, "It's what, Cassandra? Mama's recipe?" you laughed at the blush that spread across Cassandra's face, before ruffling her hair. Cassandra glared at her mother, embarrassed.

"Mother!" she exclaimed. You laughed again at that.

"It's okay girls, I don't mind you calling me Mama. I think it's very sweet." You smile warmly at each of the girls.

Each of the girls blushed, nodding at your words, and continued to eat their dessert. You glanced up and grinned at Alcina who only smiled back lovingly at you.

Yeah, you wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: I honestly think this is my favourite fic that I've written for Alcina, apart from my long one probably. I just hold it close to my heart with it being the first fic that I've written for her on top of how absolutely fluffy it is (and hurt/comfort is my favourite oh gods). I hope you all enjoyed reading! <3

[comfyrhyme20574]

Some portraits of my OC when the four lords adopts OC

Faceclaim: Katherine McNamara

Made on FaceApp

Based off of @i-cant-sing 's Residnt Evil Village Platonic Yandere RE8: Teen Reader Plot & teen one shots

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[re8-shitpost]

Y/n: I'm sure your mother would be very dissapointed in you!

Lady Dimitrescu: Wrong, I actually told them to do that.

[the-broken-truth]

Hello again broken

may i request a baby [1-3yrs old] centaur (thats a half horse half human) reader who was found in a small cage and was clearly on his way to some sort of slaughter house and they find him on the side of the road and gets "adopted"/saved by Lady dimitrescu, her daughter and her wife(it can be anyone or a oc you have for her) and the baby is really clingy to them all cause he was abandoned

For the centaur

🙎‍♂️🐾

For the wife if you have no oc for lady D

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Broken Truth: Hey, what's up? Okay, so a male centaur reader is about one to three years old and a wife for Alcina Dimitrescu who is a complete vampire. That sounds doable. Now, let the words wave together.

About Alcina's Wife: Alcina's Wife is Vivienne Dimitresecu - the Countess of a noble and ancient bloodline who happened to live in the abandoned castle in the mountains. Vivienne ventured to the village and found Castle Dimitrescu and Alcina, the two of them became friends and eventually fell in love. Vivienne adopted the Dimitrescu Daughters as her own.

Mask: Did you seriously just pull that out of your ass?

Broken Truth: Yes. Yes, I did.

He never forgot the day he was abandoned by his mother and placed in the cube of metal rods, yelled at by the massive men that glared at him in disgust and told him that he was going to be slaughtered for his meat - his horse meat to be exact.

He was [Reader] - a 3-year-old centaur that was abandoned by his mother and father for being the runt and captured by the hunters for selling to a massive slaughterhouse on the edge of Romania.

Right now, they were stopped at a campsite - the last stop before arriving at the slaughterhouse. If [Reader] was going to survive the night, he was going to have to do something and fast. He noticed that the men were drinking their elixir (Booze) and he knew that when they drank too much of it, they started acting sluggish and strange; that was going to be the moment for him to escape.

He watched the leader of the men as he stumbled around the camp with the key to the cage fastened around his belt, he waited for the man to get close to the cage before reaching through the bars to snatch the key with the swiftness of a pit viper and hiding the key in his pocket before the man saw as the turned around the kick the cage, making the young one flinch in fear. All he had to do now...was wait for them to pass out from the elixir's effects.

It was around midnight when the men passed out - this was his chance. He placed the key on the outside of the cage door, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it, the large padlock opened. He removed the padlock and slowly opened the cage door to slow the sound of the creaking and once the door was fully opened, he took off in a random direction as fast as his little horse legs could take him.

He wasn't sure how long he was running but the sun rose over the horizon minutes ago and he began stumbling - he was tired, hungry, and in fear for his life. With one last step, his body collapsed in the small blanket of snow. He panted, trying to stay away but the energy was leaving his body fast. He closed his eyes and exhaled as the snow began covering him, little did he know, a figure was watching him and rushed to him when he passed out.

[Moments Later]

Warm.

[Reader] felt warm for the first time in his life and...soft. He felt something draped over him. He blinked and opened his eyes before they began focusing and he took in his surroundings - he was in a very expensive-looking room that was draped in red and gold, he was laying in the bed and placed under the comforter by...who?

He got his answer when the door opened and a woman wanted into the room with a bowl of steaming soup, resting on a platter that she was carrying in her hands. The was had pale skin with piercing red eyes and long black hair, dressed in a black dress with red roses on her chest.

"Oh, I see that you are awake. How are you feeling, dear?" The woman asked as she walked over to the bed, placing the platter on the nightstand before turning to smile at the boy, who looked at her with fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Who... Who are you?" The centaur asked.

"My name is Vivienne Dimitrescu and you are in my home. I found you passed out on the side of the road during my walk and I couldn't just leave you there." The woman - Vivienne - smiled at him; this made [Reader] look at her with a shine in his eyes.

"You saved me?" The boy asked.

"Yes. I wasn't going to leave a little boy out there by himself." She placed at hand on his head, gently caressing his head, making him smile and lean into her touch, "You don't have to worry about anything anymore, little one; you are going to be safe here." Vivienne smiled as she moved her hand, but [Reader] flinched and grabbed her hand, out of fear that she was going to leave him, "I'm not going to leave you, dear; I just want you to eat so that you can meet the rest of the family."

Family...

That word was something he never heard before in his lie but something he knew that he wanted for the longest time.

After eating, Vivienne gave him a shirt and held his hand as she walked him through the castle to introduce him to her wife and daughters. Alcina welcomed the boy into the castle as her son and the daughters started debating who was going the be his favorite sister.

For the first time, in [Reader's] Life... he felt love.

[ladyorlandodream]

New Chapter!!!

I think I have almost solved how to continue a particular part of the story

Enjoy the reading and take care

[animetingzz]

My license plate in Forza Horizan 4 says DimiBae 🥰

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

howdy there! you may be wondering why I've gathered you all here today and the answer is simple. I'm opening up my fic shop until my second semester starts.

I currently have an active google form going because we all love a good google form. only two choices, angsty bela or lady dimitrescu x reader.

a few things you should remember:

no spam voting

poll will close at MIDNIGHT on december 23rd

I will post the fic on december 24th

prior to the closing of this poll, another will open

that's all you need to know. form is only linked once in this post. happy voting.

[evewasheretoday]

Accidents Happen: Prologue

Your mother was a hardworking woman with high hopes and your father was an honest man.

The love that your parents had for each other was unconditional and strong, it shouldn't have been a surprise that with such a love — they'd been blessed with twelve children, six boys and six girls.

While being the youngest in your family certainly had its advantages and disadvantages, this was certainly not one of them.

“I can't believe the lot of you are kicking me out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice hoarse from all the yelling. “And after everything I've done for all of you?”

“This was not our decision to make” Your oldest sister—Camelia—replied, crossing her arms to her chest.

“I told you being a slob was bound to get you into trouble someday” Your second oldest brother—Daniel—sighed.

The rest of your siblings were inside the house, smiling happily at the sight of you leaving home and being sent away to Castle Dimitrescu from the windows. 

Lady Dimitrescu's home — where most women would come to work as a maid.

You gulped. “This is not a fun experience” You told them. “You are sending me to my own death!”

Camelia and Daniel shared a look.

“You're exaggerating” Camelia responded to you. “If anything — we're doing you a favour” She grinned cheekily to you.

“Besides” Daniel added, walking toward you and ruffling your hair. “It will be good for you”

“If I don't come back, I must be dead” You mumbled.

Daniel laughed while Camelia just smiled.

“Oh, don't be ridiculous!” Camelia rolled her eyes at you. “You will survive” She said.

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Counting the days since you first stepped into Castle Dimitrescu and started your work, you've been under Lady Dimitrescu's employment for two years.

Yet you still cannot get used to the screams of pain that come from the castle's dungeons nor the fear of any day being your last.

You've rarely ever seen any of the women living there. I mean, you see the other servants every now and then but the daughters?

Yeah, no. You did your best to avoid them as much as possible. Emphasis on the word did because no matter how much you tried — it just wasn't possible to avoid them entirely.

“I feel terribly sorry for that girl,” One of your coworkers spoke up.

You never believed it to be true but Lady Dimitrescu certainly did not employ any man into the castle.

All the faces you've seen and all the voices you've heard during your time here were all women.

“She has a name, Lucille” Looking around the dinner table, everyone's attention was settled on one person.

“Had,” Lucille corrected. “After her little incident with Lady Daniela, I doubt anyone will be calling her other than a fool or a slattern.” She chuckled softly. “And you know that all too well, Gabriela”

Everyone's eyes were still fixated on one person. And that was Gabriela.

“I would watch my words If I were you, Lucille” The ginger-haired woman warned. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she stared directly at Lucille, the dark brown-haired woman who glared back at her.

Dinner was usually quiet for every single woman who worked at Castle Dimitrescu under Lady Dimitrescu's employment. But today seemed like a bad day to say the least. 

Lucille and Gabriela were one of the oldest employees in Castle Dimitrescu. 

They were both already here before your own family had decided you would be better working at a place that paid so well rather than at home where you only did the bare minimum at best.

“I am but stating a fact, Gabriela” Lucille rolled her eyes. “Had she been more careful with her work, she would not have ended in the dungeons” She sneered.

Gabriela slammed her fist against the table, every other maid flinched at the sudden noise. “If you'll excuse me,” She gritted out through clenched teeth. “I shall eat in my room” She said before storming out of the dining hall.

“Well,” You mumbled, wiping your mouth clean. “That was something”

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If you could kill someone with your bare hands without a thought, you'd have done it by now.

“You!” Beatrice, the head maid, called out. “Clean the library” She ordered, pointing at you with the broomstick in her hand. “And don't come back unless it is spotless”

Beatrice was quite a lovely woman.

Only if you weren't the one she was yelling at and making orders to.

“Yes, ma'am” You sighed exasperatedly before hurrying to the library.

Today just couldn't have been worse, you thought.

A shadow following you from afar, quiet like a mouse, unbeknownst to you.

[naturesapphic]

Can I request a modern au for lady Dimitrescu where the reader has been her daughters’ babysitter for years and Alcina is in love with her?

Headcannon: where modern lady dimitrscu is in love with the babysitter

Modern!lady dimitrescu x babysitter!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

- you’ve been the babysitter for the dimitrescu kids for a few years now

- while you’ve been taking care of the kids

- you’ve developed feelings for their mother

- you always admired her work ethic and the love she has for her girls

- she was always nice to you and considered you part of their family

- the girls adore you and love having you around

- most of the time they actually listen to you but not all the time

- sometimes you have to threaten to tell their mother for them to behave

- over the years their mother has warmed up to you

- when you first started she seemed cold and to herself

- she didn’t think you would stay this long with her and her girls

- but she’s very glad that you did

- she knew you were the one when she would find you with her girls teaching them some stuff, reading, or they will be asleep around you while you would be fast asleep with them

- she loves how you treat her daughters

- they consider you their other mother instead of a babysitter

- they want their mom and you to be together

- the girls both know that y’all like each other

- they can tell by the way the both of you look at each other and how y’all act

- the girls went to their mothers room and convinced her to act on her romantic feelings towards you

- you were scrolling through your phone in your room when you heard a sudden knock on the door

- “it’s open!” You exclaimed

- alcina dunked into the doorway as she walked into your room, over to the bed where you were

- you were surprised to see her this late but it must be important for her to be here

- she took a seat at the end of your bed and she looked up at you with a shy expression

- you’ve never seen her this shy and nervous before

- “I’m in love with you y/n…” alcina confessed and your mouth hung open in shock

- she got scared by your silence and started to stand up

- you immediately stopped her “no no! Please stay! I’m sorry…I’m just shocked.” You said shyly

- “I understand…but do you feel the same towards me? My daughters said you do but if they lied to me I swear on mother Miranda that I-“ she said but you interrupted her at the end

- “no! I’m in love with you too. The girls wouldn’t lie to you like that.” You said and she gave you a big smile

- “you truly do love me?” She asked you shyly and you nodded your head yes with the biggest smile plastered on both of y’all’s faces.

- you were so glad that the girls told lady dimitrescu about how you feel

- which you are curious on how they found out about that

- but either way you are grateful because now you have four women you love. A future wife and three amazing potential daughters.

- you are so glad you became their babysitter because it got you to where you are now

A/n: I hope the anon who requested it likes it and I’m so sorry I took so long to make it and I hope that the rest of y’all like it too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest and happy new years guys! I love you all! :)

[silentcrowsilentravens]

It’s my birthday and I was wondering if you could do headcannons for who the Dimitrescu household and Donna help celebrate their SO’s birthday.

Happy (definitely late) birthday, Anon!

Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, and Daniela Dimitrescu helping celebrate their s/o's birthday.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Donna Beneviento

Donna, Angie, and the other dolls do a bit of decorating the night prior.

Donna wakes up early the day of to make her favorite thing for breakfast, which she then proceeds to bring you while you’re still in bed.

Angie sings you a birthday song (not the one you're thinking of) while bouncing up and down on the mattress with a few other dolls.

Well. Sing might not be the right word. It was more so just screeching.

You receive a couple of homemade gifts from your partner and her loud doll.

...You aren't entirely sure what Angie's is and have to discreetly ask Donna later.

Donna planned a couple of activities she knows you enjoy and a movie for the evening.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina throws you a big extravagant party.

Alongside the usual questionable cuts of meat, the kitchen staff has prepared some of your favorite foods.

There's alcohol because of course there is. It's not a party at Castle Dimitrescu without some fancy ass alcohol.

Live music is playing. Alcina may even sing something for you if you'd like.

If you're friendly with any of the lords, they'll have received an invitation. Even Karl. Although it did pain Alcina greatly to have to send him one.

The same goes for anybody else in the village you're close with.

And because Alcina likes to spoil you, she definitely went ahead and got you some expensive gifts.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela just... goes all out.

She plans for your birthday multiple weeks in advance.

She clears her schedule the best she can.

She puts careful thought into everything she plans for the day, which she decided on after subtly asking you questions.

Bela always gets up way before you do to attend to some morning duties, but she leaves you a lovely letter and neatly wrapped present to wake up to.

After you get through the things she's planned, you both cuddle and take a lil' nap.

Like her mother, Bela also throws a party for you. A much smaller scale one in the evening. Surprise!

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra... is a little shit.

She acts like she doesn't even know what day it is. Is she forgetting something? Hmm... No, she doesn't think so.

She does eventually stop fucking with you, though.

You're practically tackled while walking down a corridor. A pair of arms wrap around you from behind. "Happy birthday," a familiar voice whispers before you're given a quick kiss on the cheek.

The next thing you know, you're being picked up fireman style and spun around.

Cassandra simply asks you what you want to do for the day. Whatever it is, she's in.

At some point, she gives you your present by tossing it at you after yelling "Catch!"

Daniela Dimitrescu

There's a very high chance that Daniela is more excited about the day than you are.

She shakes you awake in the morning and loudly wishes you a happy birthday, dragging the end of her sentence out for an impressively long time. You feel very awake afterward.

Daniela has gotten you some flowers and a nice gift.

She put together a list of some of the things she knows you like to do. She figured that you guys could do some of them!

Also, she's attempted to make you a cake (or whatever you’d prefer)! Despite its questionable appearance, it's not bad for her first try at preparing it.

She did, of course, have a considerable amount of help from the nervous members of the kitchen staff, whom she kept giving puppy dog eyes and helpless looks until they took the hint.

If you don't stop her, she will go out of her way to announce to pretty much everyone you encounter what the special occasion is.

[horeformilfs]

I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

[scirelistener]

DEAREST CHILD

dimitrescu family x platonic! gn reader

synopsis : though you’re human, the castle of dimitrescu and its remaining residents will always, always be your home.

“It’s for me!”

“Ugh, all of us know it’s for me, you brainless maniac!”

“You all are stupid, the flower crown is obviously for me!”

The bickering of the three infamously known daughters of Lady Dimitrescu could be filled the silence that once took over the garden as they fought over a precious flower crown.

In the middle of the argument was you who stood there sheepishly with the flower crown in hand, looking at all your siblings as they fought. You nervously eyed the flower crown as the three daughters continued to tug on it.

“I can just make a new one, guys, please.” You nervously said before the unthinkable (not really) happened.

The force tugged onto the flower crown was unfortunately too strong to the point where it ripped into three parts, petals of the flower scattering into the air as everyone stared at the now destroyed pieces, stunned. The three daughters eyed each other before looking at you nervously.

Before they could mutter an apology, you laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you continued to bark out a laughter that would definitely not get your mother’s approval with how loud and boisterous it was. Bela, Daniela and Cassandra looked at each other as if not knowing what to do.

After a few minutes of calming down, you let out a soft chuckle before gently taking away the broken pieces from your sibling’s hands. “Here, how about I make a new one for each of you using these pieces? That way, you all have a part of the original. Sounds good?”

The daughters would’ve been lying if they didn’t feel a strange warmth overcome them as you smiled at them with a fondness that no one other than Alcina gave. It wasn’t the usual warmth that took over them whenever they went hunting, but rather a sense to protect you from any harm instead.

As you started working on the flower crowns for each sibling, Bela, Daniela and Cassandra now eyed each other as if knowing what they were all thinking about.

You were their precious sibling and no one would harm you, not when they and their mother, Alcina, is still here.

Alcina nervously walked through the corridors of her castle, wondering where her children could be. As she continued to strut across the hallways, the Lady noticed something from the corner of her eyes through the window and stopped her movement, halting to take a closer look.

From the window, was a scenery which could only be described as peaceful.

You surrounded by the three psychotic daughters of Dimitrescu, your siblings, as you chatted and laughed with the three girls while your fingers skillfully made flower crowns. A strangely calm look could be found on all the girls as they laughed with you even if they were still covered in blood. Daniela smiled with great happiness as you gently placed a flower crown onto her head while Bela and Cassandra eyed her with envy, but also fondness.

Alcina watched her daughters with a gaze that was soft unlike her usual intimidating glare. Her eyes averted to the three girls before wandering her eyes towards you.

Unlike all the others, you weren’t born from the Cadou project nor were you born a mutant. You were human, from bones to flesh. You were a fragile piece of glass for them. A being that they could easily rip apart.

Yet you were different from other human beings that existed in this village. Rather than violence, you greeted them with kindness. The Dimitrescu family were feared by you, of course, but you didn’t resort to violence. When one of the girls had somehow gotten injured and ended up in the middle of the forest, you found her while picking berries nearby. You had been the one to patch up her wounds and bring her to the Castle of Dimitrescu.

You didn’t steal anything nor did you try to vandalize the castle. You simply asked Bela to guide her to her room, which she hesitantly did, gently place her onto her bed and quietly left the castle.

When Bela reported the incident to Alcina, of course the Lady found it strange and had made it her mission to seek what you truly wanted from them. She thus asked Bela to pretend like she was injured and wait for you at the forest while Daniela and Cassandra stay on the sidelines to be ready for any suspicious movements.

Once again, you found her, treated her ‘wounds’ and kindly tried escorted her to the castle. Not before getting stopped by Cassandra, Daniela and Alcina, however, who confronted you as Bela stopped her act. Though you were honestly scared for your life, you bravely stood your point and told the truth of how you had no ulterior motives behind your act.

You were just.. kind.

A kind soul too pure for this village, this world.

After that, the House of Dimitrescu somehow grew a soft spot for you. You got the permission to visit the castle as you wish and actually come out alive. Bela helped you pick berries from time to time, Daniela helped you pick up some self-defense techniques (which you were thinking not to use with how… unkind they were) and Cassandra accompanied you to your daily trips to the nearby swamps whenever you felt like getting some fresh air.

And Alcina. Every time she watched her daughters interact with you and grow closer to you, a human, she felt her heart clenching. She shouldn’t grow fond of you, she couldn’t. As Countess Dimitrescu, one of the four great lords who served Mother Miranda, growing fond of a human being should’ve been the least of her priorities.

Yet the more time you spent at the Castle Dimitrescu, the more she found herself relaxing in your presence. You were never as close with Alcina as you were with the three daughters, always finding yourself cowering under her gaze. Yet you still managed to find the guts to talk to her, your sheepish smiles and painfully awkward small talks made Alcina, oh so, terribly fond of you.

Your small gifts that would be worthless compared to her luxurious jewelry became more precious to Alcina. A bracelet made out of scraps of colorful paper, a lipstick made out of natural resources and decorated with beautiful flowers. Gifts that were made out of nothing, but effort.

It was only a short amount of time till Alcina saw you as her own.

One of her children.

“Mother!”

A yell from the garden snapped Alcina out of her thoughts. She looked out the window, her children now noticing her presence and motioning her to come over.

The person who called out for her was you who waved at her while laughing, eyes crinkling with happiness. Alcina couldn’t help, but to smile back and raised her hands in a more elegant wave.

My precious children, she thought.

How she’d do anything to protect her kin.

a/n : i have no idea how to write bela, daniela and cassandra’s characters i’m so sorry 🙏 may or may not have written a fanfic out of impulsive thoughts again after watching a gameplay of re8 🧍 once again not proofread fully so mistakes are made to be ignored plz 😭 i was going to write helena harper but the dimitrescu brainrot took me over… nonetheless i will write helena soon ❗️❗️

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 24 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: The interrogation of the prisoner begins and tensions rise as the truth unfolds.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Some canon violence, angst that melts into sweet fluff.

Notes: Part 24! I'm so sorry this look literally forever! I don't know why, but I had such a hard time getting through this chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! The next few chapters will be more light-hearted and fun and I'm excited to finally be able to get to them!

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Alcina runs her gloved fingers through your hair before she steps out of the shadows towards the prisoner, leaving you out of sight but within earshot. The girls had dragged him out of his cell and seated him in an old wooden chair.

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela are taunting the prisoner, unaware of their mother's presence. The moment sound of Alcina's heels hit the stone floor with a "CRACK" the girls immediately fall in line.

The prisoner looks up with a terror in his eyes that grows as he takes in the sight before him. The small space of the dungeon makes Alcina look even taller, more imposing, more terrifying. She confidently and unapologetically takes up the space she occupies which makes her all the more intimidating. Never in his short life has the prisoner felt smaller, weaker and as helpless as he does in this moment.

"Well, well. If it isn't our little hunter." Alcina says, her grin widening as she leans into the prisoners space. "Daughters, has he given you any useful information?"

"Not yet mother." Bela says.

"We were just about to start playing with him." Cassandra says with a sadistic smile.

"There will be plenty of time to play with him later girls. Until then, let the interrogation commence." She says as she stands to her full height and raises her arms, signaling for the girls to take over before stepping off to the side. Alcina takes a seat in a larger chair and crosses her legs. She pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette sitting at the end of her quellazaire before taking a deep inhale. The smoke dances around her as she exhales, curling almost beautifully as it glides through the air.

"We're going to start off with an easy question." Bela says with a sickly sweet tone of voice. "What's your name, little one?"

The prisoner stares at Bela with a blank look on his face, too terrified to respond.

"It will do you well to participate." Alcina says. "I make no promises that my daughters won't do all that they can to extract an answer from you."

The casual tone of her voice is unsettling. Cassandra steps in front of him, gently dragging her sickle down the side of his face but doesn't break skin.

"Or you can keep that mouth of yours shut. I do love being able to dig the answers out of our prisoners."

She presses the sickle harder into his face and a trickle of blood begins to run down his dirty skin.

"Cassandra." Alcina warns.

Cassandra pulls away with a dissatisfied grunt and returns to her spot next to Daniela.

"Shall we try again?" Bela asks, spinning her sickle in her hand. "What's your name?"

"D-dorin."

"See how easy that was?" Bela says with a wide, bloody smile. "Now, how far away was the base from where mother found you?"

"Less than a quarter mile."

Bela walks over to one of the tables with a book sitting on it and writes something down.

"Wonderful. Did they attack mother as soon as they found her?"

"N-no." He says, his eyes shifting from Bela to Alcina. "They noticed her following two of the members and led her away from the base before attacking."

Bela writes in the book and turns to Cassandra, nodding for her to take over.

Cassandra circles Dorin for a few moments before stopping behind him and leaning into his ear.

"BOO!"

Dorin yelped, jumping in his seat as Cassandra laughed at him; Bela and Daniela joining in on the laughter. Alcina even chuckled as she took another drag from her cigarette.

She rounded the chair and leaned in, her face becoming uncomfortably close with his, enough so that he winced and pulled back a little.

"Tell me, what were you all planning?"

"Th-they want to attack the four lords."

"When?" Cassandra growled.

"I don't know, they didn't say-"

Cassandra presses her sickle against his neck.

"Do not lie to me."

"I'm not! I promise! I really don't know when, they never told me a date! I wasn't a high enough rank to know things like that. All I knew was that they wanted to attack all four of the lords at once, I swear!" He says as tears run down his cheeks.

Cassandra withdraws her sickle and circles the chair again.

"And just how many of there are you?"

"Well, there were maybe fifty of us, but at least half of them were killed."

"Fifty? That's all?"

"They were recruiting more."

"How many more?"

"Hundreds."

"How?"

"From nearby villages and other countries. Sixty of them were coming in next week."

Cassandra grills him for the next few minutes on exactly where the hunters were coming from, what weapons they were supposed to be bringing and an overall layout of the base. When she was finished she stood next to Bela and Daniela.

"Daniela, darling, do you have any questions for the prisoner?" Alcina asks.

Daniela walks up to him and circles him a few times. She brushes his messy hair out of his face and squishes his cheeks between her hands.

"No, he's cute though, mother!" She says with an excited smile.

Alcina raises an eyebrow towards her daughter and with a huff, Daniela walks away and stands next to her sisters. The sound of heels on the stone floor fill the dungeon once more as Alcina walks up towards the prisoner.

"Was that all of the information you know?" She asks.

Dorin swallows hard and nods his head.

"Yes."

Alcina growls and leans in towards him.

"It would be in your very best interest not to lie to me."

"I-I'm not. I swear! That's it!"

"I will give you one more chance. I know you are not telling me everything." Alcina hears his heartrate grow faster and faster, not only is he lying through his teeth, he's more terrified than he was before. "What more information are you keeping from me?"

In the shadows you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. "Just tell them you idiot!" You scream in your head.

"Nothing. I've told you everything I know."

In that moment you knew he sealed his fate, but a tiny bit of you held out hope that he's either just too stupid or too scared to say the rest. He's just a kid after all, isn't he?

"LIAR!" Alcina screams in his face, causing him to flinch. "If there is one thing in this world that I detest most, it is a liar. And I will make sure you spill every ounce of truth." She says as she elongates her claws.

"I swear! That's everything! Please!"

Alcina retracts her claws and stands back up. She puts out the cigarette at the end of her quellazaire and lays it down on the table.

"Would you like to know how I know you are not being truthful?" Dorin doesn't respond, he just stares at her. "Because a little fly told me you had a visitor yesterday, one you poured your pathetic little heart out to."

Alcina walks over towards you and places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you out from the shadows. If Dorin had any color left in his face, it would have drained right then and there.

"You- you told them?" He asks in disbelief.

"I told you to tell them everything!" You say, as you walk towards him.

"You promised-"

"Enough!" Alcina says. "I know you are leaving out a very important piece of information. She told me everything."

You see something inside Dorin snap.

"You fucking bitch!!" He screams.

He lunges forward at you and you notice the glint of something sharp in his hand. Alcina quickly grabs your arm and pulls you backwards with such force you nearly fall over. You can feel the rush of air pass by as the object in Dorin's hand just misses you as you're pulled away. Cassandra jumps forward and sinks her sickle into his shoulder and pulls him back down into his seat. Dorin cries out in pain and you hear the sound of something hitting the ground. Alcina catches you before you fall and in an instant she's on her knees in front of you patting you down, checking for injuries.

"Draga, draga mea are you alright? Are you hurt?" She asks as her eyes scan every inch of you.

"No, no I'm okay, I promise. He didn't get me." Looking over her shoulder, you see a jagged piece of scrap metal laying on the floor. He must have found it in his cell and kept it up his sleeve as a makeshift weapon.

Alcina exhales a breath of relief before fury takes over her eyes. Her head snaps in Dorin's direction, all of her rage pointed directly at him.

"How DARE you try and lay a hand on what is MINE."

A look of confusion crosses Dorin's face until he registers that Alcina now has a protective arm around you and the interaction the two of you just had.

"I knew I never should have trusted you!" He screams at you. "You lying fucking bitch! You tricked me!"

"No! I didn't! I promise I was trying to help you!" You say as Alcina's grip around you tightens ever so slightly when she hears your voice shake.

"You told them everything! About the base, the hunters, about their cold weakness!" The three girls freeze in place when they hear him say that, their eyes go wide as they look over at Alcina and you. Each girl had a different look in their eyes. Cassandra was absolutely furious, Bela was shocked and Daniela was fearful. All three of them shared a look of disappointment and maybe even a hint of betrayal when they realized you both kept this information from them. "I bet you even told them about my mother and sisters in the village you traitor!" Dorin screams.

Alcina's head slowly turns to look at you, her eyes wide. With her still kneeling next to you she's much closer. So much so that you can see the flecks of grey and a small ring of red around the iris of her eyes.

"His what?" She hisses.

As you look up into her eyes tears begin to roll down your cheek. Alcina's eyes are filled with rage and disbelief. Looking back towards Dorin his eyes are wide as saucers.

"I didn't tell them that." You say softly, defeated.

"Well girls, it seems a little trip down to the village is in order." Alcina says with such ice in her voice it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"No!" Both you and Dorin cry out.

Alcina's gaze snaps down to you.

"Al-" Her gaze at you hardens. "M-my lady, please, please don't, they're innocent in all of this."

"They had nothing to do with this! It was all my dad and brothers and you already killed them!" He yells.

Alcina looks over to Dorin and stands back up. She runs her fingers through your hair as she steps away from you, a subtle hint of comfort as she walks closer to him.

"You see, all of this could have been avoided if only you were honest from the beginning. Your carelessness, your selfishness is going to be the cause of the rest of your family's demise."

"Please! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt them!" He cries as he tries to stand up but Cassandra sinks her sickle deeper into his clavicle, causing him to yelp in pain as she pulls him back down.

"I'm sure the women in your family will make a nice vintage for next season." She says all too casually before letting out a deep, dark chuckle.

"You're all fucking monsters! All of you! You're all going to burn in hell!"

The laugh Alcina lets out is chilling. She leans in towards Dorin and says with a sickly-sweet smile, "you're already here." Before standing up to her full height and laughing out loud once more.

"Daughters, I believe we've heard enough from our prisoner. You're free to do what you want with the man-thing." The smile on the girls' faces grow wide, sending shivers down your spine. Alcina turns and stares down at you. "And you, you are coming with me. You and I must have a conversation."

She begins to guide you away from Dorin and you hear him yell out "I hope she fucking kills you!"

You stop and turn back towards him, his eyes are filled with hate and they're directed right at you. Alcina places her hand on your shoulder and continues to guide you out of the dungeon.

The moment the door shuts you hear the girl's laughter and the sound of Dorin screaming in pain. The sound of a sickle slicing through him makes it to your ears and you freeze as your stomach twists violently. He starts to gurgle on his screams and you feel the blood drain from your face.

Alcina looks down at you and sees you frozen in horror. The tears flow down your cheeks faster and you begin to tremble as the girls' laughter gets louder and louder.

"Come, draga." She says, putting a hand on the back of your shoulder and begins to guide you away from the dungeon.

It felt like you and Alcina were walking for an eternity. The screams from behind the door seemed to follow you as far as possible. As the awful sounds ring in your ears the memory of Alcina's claws punching through Stefana's body resurface. At the time you were too dazed to register any noises but your mind put the sound you heard just after the door closed to that visual and you begin to tremble more. Alcina kept a firm hand against your back - it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Every so often her thumb would rub against your shirt, providing a silent comfort while the two of you made your way out of the basement.

It wasn't until you began to walk up the stairs did the horrible sounds finally begin to fade out completely. When the two of you emerged from the basement a few maids stopped and stared at your disheveled state. Mixed looks of fear, pity, and disgust crossed their faces for a brief moment before the low growl Alcina let out sent them scurrying from the room.

With a large hand still resting on your shoulder, Alcina led you up the stairs towards her chambers. As you walked through the halls you looked up to steal a glance of Alcina's face. Her chin was held high as usual but you noticed the slight furrow in her brows and that her jaw was clenched tight. She seemed focused on where the two of you were going but you could tell at the same time she was deep in thought. Quickly you averted your eyes before she caught you looking at her.

Upon reaching her chambers, Alcina led you into the room before shutting the door behind her and guided you towards the chaise lounge in the corner. Once you were settled she walked over to her vanity and opened one of the drawers, taking out a case of cigarettes and a lighter. Neither one of you have uttered a word since the dungeon and you weren't about to be the one to break the silence.

Luckily, you stopped trembling. Only your hands had a slight shake to them as you tried your hardest to forget about the noises and thoughts plaguing your mind.

Alcina took a deep drag of her cigarette, her shoulders dropping some of the stress sitting on them as she exhaled. After a few more silent drags she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and made her way across the room, taking the spot next to you on the lounge.

There were a few tense moments where you weren't sure if you were going receive the brunt of Alcina's anger and frustrations or if she was going to be the soft, caring woman you've grown to love. It seemed that Alcina contemplated that thought herself before sighing and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Hesitantly, you turned towards her and met her gaze. In her eyes you could see the frustration, but more than that, you saw the concern she had for you.

Alcina cupped your face and wiped away the tear streaks with her thumb.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

"Mhm." You say, nodding into her hand. "The noises brought me back to when I fell down the stairs and, I don't know I just-" you trail off as your anxiety begins to build again.

Alcina immediately picks up on it and wraps her arm around you, pulling you close. Her lips meet your temple and she places a light kiss against your hairline. Instead of pulling away, you feel Alcina lean her head against yours.

"Shh, it's alright draga. We don't need to revisit that day. It's over." You nod against her and she moves to rest her chin on top of your head. "I did instruct the girls to wait until we were much further away before they began... playing with our prisoner. However, I think hearing him discuss their cold weakness set them off. I was half expecting Cassandra to go after him right then and there."

"I'm surprised she didn't, she was so mad." Fresh tears begin to prick at your eyes. "They all looked so hurt that we didn't tell them. I hate that that's how they found out. I told him to tell you everything, I told him!"

Alcina pulls you into her lap as you start to cry again, gently shushing you.

"You did everything you could draga. There was nothing more you were able to do. You risked your life to help a stranger and he repaid you by lying and then trying to kill you. Everything that happened to him after that was deserved."

"Is it naïve of me to think he only reacted like that because he's a kid and that he was just terrified?"

Alcina exhales from above you before lifting her head and bringing a gloved finger underneath your chin. She lifts your gaze to meet hers and tilts her head, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Do you truly need me to answer that question?"

"No."

"Draga, he tried to kill you. If I didn't pull you back, if I took just a second longer to react he would have-" Alcina's grip on you tightens and she shakes her head. "I don't even want to think of what could have happened." She says softly.

"Thank you for saving me." You say, burying your face into the soft fabric of her dress.

"I will always protect you, iubirea mea. Always."

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before feeling a shift in the air. Stealing another look up at Alcina you notice her staring off into the distance, a pensive look on her face. Her eyes drift down and lock onto yours for a moment before she looks ahead once more.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask.

Alcina lets out an almost exaggerated exhale and looks down at you. She steels her expression in a way that makes her completely unreadable and you feel your heart sink in your chest. Alcina leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head before shifting you off of her lap and onto the chaise lounge.

"No." She says as she stands up and makes her way over to her vanity. "But that does not mean that I am happy with you."

You drop your gaze down to your lap, nodding in understanding as you fiddle with your hands. Off to the side you hear the metal cigarette case snap shut and the sound of the lighter flicking a few times before it lights. The faint crackle of the end of her cigarette is the only sound that fills the room until she exhales a cloud of smoke into the air.

"You do understand why I am not happy with you at the moment, yes?" She asks as she turns towards you.

"Yes, I think so." Alcina tilts her head at you, silently telling you to continue. "Because I didn't tell you about his family in the village?"

"Yes. Precisely." She says before taking another drag. "What I cannot seem to wrap my mind around is the fact that we spoke just last night about being completely honest with one another. Again. And again, you were not honest with me. Can you tell me why that is? Because I am having quite a difficult time understanding why you lied to me, again."

Peeling your eyes away from hers, you look down at your hands in your lap while you squirm under her gaze.

"I - I didn't think it was important." You say quietly before looking up at her again.

You can see the anger that flashes in her eyes, it almost makes you wince but stop yourself from reacting.

"That is not for you to decide." The iciness of her voice sends a shiver down your spine that you try to suppress. "You do not get to deem whether or not the information my prisoner gives you is important. Unless you've forgotten your place? In case you have, let me remind you. Just because we are in a relationship in no way means that your word outweighs mine. This is still my castle, my domain. It is my word that is law here, not yours. If he told you as little as when he last sneezed, I expect you to relay that information to me because it is not your place to decide what is and what is not important. As deeply as I care for you, you are still my maiden. I am your countess, your mistress and you will obey the rules I have in place. Do I make myself clear?"

Part of you wished she would have just yelled at you because the steady, controlled tone of her voice was far more intimidating than when she yells. You know she's angry and you can see under her hardened exterior that deep down she's scared, but her words cut into you and make you feel incredibly small. All you can do in response is nod, not trusting your voice to crack or for the tears that were building to not fall.

"Speak." She commands.

"Yes ma'am. I understand." You say with a shaking voice.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I - I'm sorry."

Looking down into your lap you see the tears fall onto your dress. Never before have you felt so small, so insignificant. Her words felt like a sharp slap across the face. Was that how she looks at you? As something that belongs to her? Will she ever consider you an equal? Were you just looking at your relationship through rose colored glasses this whole time?

"Is that all?" You ask. Alcina pauses mid-drag and looks over at you with an unsure look on her face but you don't look up at her. "I apologize for overstepping my lady. I will make sure it never happens again. If that's all, I would like to retire to my chambers now."

It took Alcina by surprise hearing you call her "my lady" and speaking to her like every other maid in the castle. Before she could register the words coming out of her mouth she heard herself say "y-yes, that's all."

She watched you in near disbelief as you walked out of her chambers with tears streaming down your cheeks and your eyes trained on the ground. Her eyes closed as you shut the door behind you and she felt tears roll down her cheeks, the gravity of her words finally settling in.

The harsh words she spoke were out of fear. Fear for her daughters, for you, for her staff. Who knows what the prisoners family knows or how involved they really were in the hunters group. For all she knew they were regrouping in the days the prisoner has been sitting in the dungeon, getting a head start on their plans. It hurt her finding out that even after the conversation you had last night that you didn't tell her everything he said. Of course it meant a great deal to her that you told her all of the most crucial details, but such a small detail such as his family in the village going under the radar could end up being a much bigger issue in the future.

But how could you possibly know that? Alcina crushed the cigarette in her hands as she put herself in your shoes. You have no experience with groups such as these, you have no idea the true danger that they could impose if not dealt with properly. In your mind, the women in the village were just innocent lives you were trying to spare - just as you were trying so hard to spare the life of the prisoner. Alcina curses herself for being so cold towards you, for making you feel like you were her property. Like you were so far below her. Meanwhile in reality, your thoughts and opinions meant so very much to her.

She snaps out of her thoughts when she hears you crying in your bedroom. Her heart breaks once more knowing how deeply she's hurt you. She debated for a moment whether or not she should go and comfort you or give you space; but last time she did that you barely left your room. For the first time in decades Alcina feels nervous, unsure of what to do. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she questions whether or not she'll be able to look herself in the eye if she left you in such a state again. Would she be able to forgive herself if she didn't go and try to right her wrong right this minute? Before she could even finish the thought she knows what her answer is.

Alcina removes her gloves, setting them down next to her hat and stands up, making her way out of her chambers and to your door. She debates on knocking but forgoes it and slowly opens your bedroom door. Seeing you curled up in your bed in tears breaks her heart and she makes her way to the edge of it before removing her heels and lays down behind you, wrapping herself around your tiny figure.

The sound of your door opening pulls you from your thoughts but the tears continue to fall. Soft clicks of Alcina's heels on the wood floor reach your ears before she stops at the edge of your bed. A few moments later the bed dips behind you and you feel her lay down, wrapping her arm around you and curling her knees up, cuddling you in her embrace.

Laying here in her arms feels like the complete opposite of the harsh words she spoke to you just a few minutes ago. The push and pull of emotion is almost too much to bear and you cry harder as she comforts you.

"What am I to you?" You ask through tears. "Am I just your property? Just something for you to control?"

"No." Alcina says with a heavy exhale. "You are everything to me my love."

"Then why? Why did you say those things? Will I ever be enough for you?" Alcina's grip around you tightens at your words.

"Oh, draga. You are, you are more than enough. I fear I will never be enough for you. I am so sorry for being so cold, so unloving towards you." She sniffles behind you and nuzzles into the back of your neck, inhaling your scent. "I was scared when I said those things."

There was a vulnerability to her voice that you're not sure you've ever heard before. It was like you could feel her walls crumbling as she laid behind you.

"What scared you?"

"All I could think of was that that man-things family has been continuing to plan their attack the days he was in the dungeon. That they are more involved than he said. That my girls could be in real danger. That you could be in real danger."

"But he said -"

"Darling," Alcina breathes. "One of my favorite things about you, one of the things I love most about you is that you always, always try to see the best in people. Even if it's just the smallest piece. For so many years I only ever looked at how awful, how horrible the world is. I forgot to look for the beauty, for the positive things even if they weren't the most obvious. My world has blossomed in front of me because you showed me that there is beauty everywhere, that there is always a bright side, even when it's dim."

Alcina nuzzles into the back of your neck, placing a kiss behind your ear before continuing.

"But my love, you cannot believe everything that you hear, even though you may desperately want to. I know he said they weren't involved but what if he lied? What if they were involved and play a vital hand in this attack they're planning? Maybe they weren't involved but now that half of their family has been slaughtered they decide to join in? I know you wanted to protect them, because in your world they are just innocent bystanders. That if they aren't involved then they're not a liability. When I said those things I did not take your perspective into consideration, and I am so sorry for that. But you have to know that in my world, in this world that you're in now, there are rarely such things as innocent bystanders. There are so many variables and even the smallest, most innocuous detail may seem irrelevant but could end up being a large threat to all of us.

I realize that there are so many things you don't know about what really goes on in our world and it was not fair of me to be angry with you for not knowing things you could never have possibly known. I promise that I will do better and that I will teach you more about this world we are in. But my love, I need you, from here on out, to be completely honest with me, especially about things like this. Our lives could very well depend on it."

She exhales and pulls you tighter against her chest, almost as if she's afraid that if she doesn't hold you close, you'll slip through her arms and never return.

"I may be your countess and mistress, but I am also your partner, your lover. Yes I have the final word but your thoughts and opinions hold more weight than you know. I love you so much draga mea, so, so much. And I am so sorry for hurting you again." She says as a few tears roll down her cheeks.

"I never thought of those things." You say quietly.

"I know, my love. I never should have expected you to know. After decades of dealing with these issues I forgot that not everyone that comes into this castle sees things the same way that we do."

"I'm sorry, Alcina."

Hearing her name fall from your lips brought a smile to Alcina's face. Part of her worried that her words set back so much of the progress the two of you had made. Hearing you call her "my lady" before terrified her, thinking that her harsh words broke the trust the two of you recently regain in one another.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry for, draga mea. It is I who should be apologizing to you. I am so sorry." Alcina kisses behind your ear and nuzzles into your hair again. "Will you ever be able to forgive me?" She asks quietly.

There's a hint of fear in her voice, fear that she's pushed you too far and that you won't be able to forgive her again.

Turning in her embrace, you look into her golden eyes. It surprised you to see that they were tinted red from her crying and to see the dried tears and mascara tracks down her cheeks. You wipe away the smeared makeup and place your hand on her cheek. Alcina covers your small hand with her much larger one and closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of your skin. When her eyes open again there's a hint of apprehension.

"I can't stay mad at you, even if I wanted to." You say, echoing her words from last night.

A beautiful smile crosses her face as her eyes fill with tears once more. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her before pressing her lips into yours and you happily kiss her back.

The two of you laid together for the rest of the day, cuddling and talking. Alcina kept her promise and talked about how even the smallest things could lead to potential disaster. She used Dorin's family as an example frequently, explaining how much of a threat they could truly possess to the castle. It surprised you just how important even the smallest details could be, especially after Alcina told you about the hunters that successfully breached the castle walls not long after she was infected with the cadou and what she had learned from each experience. The whole conversation was truly eye-opening and you understood why she was so scared when she found out about his family. By the time the conversation wrapped up you realized how truly dangerous they could be, although you still held so much guilt knowing nothing was going to stop Alcina and the girls from "taking care" of the problem.

The best thing to come out of that conversation, however, was the fact that you felt more like her equal, like the two of you were in it together rather than her ruling over you as if you were any other maid. When you expressed that thought to her, Alcina smiled and kissed you deeply, holding you close to her.

"I promise draga, one day you will be my equal. I look forward to the day you and I can rule over the castle together. It's going to take time, but I have no doubts in my mind that you are going to be more than capable of it and I know you are going to do a wonderful job."

She kissed you deeply once more, grazing her tongue across your bottom lip. You couldn't help but smile as her large tongue slipped between your lips as she poured all of the words she didn't know how to say into the kiss.

When you parted she rested her chin on your head and ran her long fingers through your hair.

"When are you going into the village?" You ask.

"Tomorrow night, most likely."

"What if there are children in the house? You won't, would you?" You ask, afraid of the answer she's going to give.

"If there are young children in the house, no. I won't bring harm to children if it can be avoided. Children are rarely a liability because they are so small and useless."

You let out a breath of relief. It would take a lot now to look at Alcina as a monster, but you would find it almost impossible to deal with knowing she would hurt an innocent child like that.

"What's going to happen to the rest of them?"

"Well it depends, if they put up a fight, which I expect them to, we will do what we have to to handle it. However, I try to keep the bloodshed to a minimum if possible so we can get a better harvest once we bring them back to the castle."

"Will you bring them back alive?"

"Perhaps, it depends on how it all happens."

"I know I'm in no position to ask for favors, but can you just try not to make them suffer?"

Alcina gives a lighthearted chuckle, shaking her head at how big and tender your heart still is.

"I promise I will do what I can to not make them suffer, draga mea. Alright?"

"Thank you." You say, cuddling into her.

"Of course, iubirea mea."

The two of you lay together, Alcina tracing the features of your face with a gentle touch, combing her fingers through your hair as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. Just enjoying being together.

The dinner bell rings and Alcina lifts her head and looks towards the door and back to you. You look up at her golden eyes as they crinkle at the corners when she smiles down at you. Leaning down, Alcina places a kiss to your lips before you both start to get up. Alcina puts her heels back on and the two of you make your way downstairs.

The girls swarm into their seats as you walk into the dining room and you're more than a little relieved that they changed clothes and washed their faces before dinner.

"Good evening daughters. Did you enjoy the rest of your day?" Alcina asks as she takes her seat.

All three girls reply with a "yes" and start talking over each other, saying how much they enjoyed themselves. Your stomach churns when they start to talk about what they did to Dorin but Alcina cleared her throat and eyed the girls.

"Girls, I appreciate your excitement, and I am very glad that you all enjoyed yourselves, but can we please forego details?"

"Yes mother." They say in unison accompanied by apologies aimed at you.

"You know, the man-thing did say something interesting while we were tor- playing with him." Daniela says.

"And what was that draga?" Alcina says.

"He said something about how he's not going to see his youngest sister grow up and how her birthday was soon. But it got me thinking," she says, looking at you now. "when is your birthday?"

"Mine?" You ask.

"Yeah!" Daniela says.

"Uh, it's next month."

"REALLY?!" Daniela yells.

"Yeah, why? When are your birthdays?"

"We don't celebrate our birthdays." Bela says.

"Really?"

"Yeah, well none of us except for mother remember our lives before the cadou so we don't know when our birthdays are." Cassandra says.

"We have 'rebirthdays', the day that we were reborn, but we don't celebrate them." Bela says.

"Why not?"

"When you're immortal and don't age, birthdays kinda lose their excitement." Cassandra replies.

"That's fair I guess."

"But you're not immortal!" Daniela says.

"That is correct, I am not."

"So it would be so much fun to celebrate your birthday!!" Daniela says, looking over at her mother, buzzing with excitement. "Mother can we throw y/n a birthday party?! Pleaseeeee?!"

"Oh! Yes! We haven't had a proper party here in decades!" Bela says.

"That would be so much fun! Please mother?" Cassandra asks.

"I don't know girls, it's been a very long time since we've had a celebration." The girls respond with a disappointed whine and Alcina looks over at you. "It also depends on whether or not she wants us to throw her a birthday party."

"Can we?! Pleaseeeee?!" Daniela asks, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know guys," the girls groan. "I don't think I've had a birthday party since my parents were alive."

"Why not?" Bela asks.

"Because my aunt and uncle never threw me one, after a while my birthday became just another day I guess."

"That's bullshit." Cassandra grumbles and Alcina is quick to reprimand her. "Sorry, but it's true!"

"Pleaseeeee let us throw you a birthday party?! We promise it'll be the best most fun birthday party you'll ever have!" Daniela exclaims.

"I mean," you look over at Alcina who smiles back at you.

"If you are alright with the girls and I throwing you a party draga mea, I will allow it."

Looking back at the girls they look at you with excitement in their eyes. It melts your heart seeing them like this, you don't think you've ever seen them this excited before. They said they haven't thrown a party in decades and they seem so excited to have a reason to have one. Who are you to disappoint them?

"Sure, if you want to throw me a party you can. But you don't have to!"

"YEAH!!!" The girls cheer.

"Oh! Should we pick a theme?!" Daniela says.

"Themes are for children's parties!" Cassandra says.

"They are not!" Daniela argues.

"We can finally use the ballroom again!" Bela says.

"Fine if we can't do a theme can we at least do a color theme?!" Daniela asks.

"As long as it's not a stupid color like pink." Cassandra says.

"Why not?! Pink is SO pretty!"

"Pink is a terrible color theme for a party!"

"It is not!"

"Is too!"

"Oh! We also need a guest list!" Bela says. "Y/n, can you give us a list of your friends you want invited?"

"Oh, you're inviting people from the village?"

"Of course we are! It's a party!"

"Alright, alright. I didn't have a lot of friends so it'll be a small list anyway."

"The color should be black!" Cassandra says.

"Black is so dark and boring!" Daniela argues.

"Not if it's a black tie party, idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot!"

"Then stop acting like one!"

Before the argument between the girls can escalate any further, Alcina puts an end to it, telling the girls that they can all come up with ideas together, but since it is her castle, she will get the final say on everything.

"Oh here we go." Cassandra says.

"What?" You ask.

"Mother is going to take the whole thing over."

"I will not, I just want to make sure this party will reflect well on House Dimitrescu. It will be the first time in over fifty years that we will be having such an event and I will not allow it to reflect poorly on us." Alcina says.

"So she's going to take the whole thing over." Cassandra grumbles.

Alcina shoots her a look while she drinks her wine and the conversation surrounding the party continues as the girls throw out theme ideas, who will attend, what foods will be served and so-on.

Even though you haven't been a big fan of your birthday since your parents death, you have a feeling that this party is going to change that, at least for this year. Part of you hopes the girls will get it out of their system so you're not the center of attention every year for the rest of your life, especially in front of such a big crowd since the girls seem hellbent on inviting nearly everyone from the village.

As the whirlwind of the day winds down, you look forward to curling up with Alcina in bed and falling fast asleep. Much to your pleasant surprise when you walk into her chambers, Alcina is already in bed with a book in her hand. Quickly you get yourself ready for bed and climb in next to her. She puts her book down, turns off the light and pulls you into her.

"Goodnight draga mea. Te iubesc atat de mult." (I love you so much).

The purr from her chest quickly lulls you to sleep and you can barely mumble out "I love you too." before you're fast asleep in her arms.